Chapter 55 - 8.7 : Shattered Illusions
Miss Aiza tapped her finger on the glass table in front of her, her expression serious. That simple gesture was enough to silence everyone in the room.
Everyone—except Al, who yawned in the back, a smear of pudding still on his cheek from boredom. He’d completely tuned out of the exhausting conversation.
"Building and developing a mega project in five years? Of course, it’s possible," Miss Aiza began, her tone calm but firm. "But... is that realistic using only local manpower?"
Darius tried to interject, but Aiza continued without pause.
"The human resource potential in Indorosia, especially in the eastern region, is still far too risky for a futuristic international-scale project. We all know that compared to the western part of Indorosia, the east is far behind in terms of education, technology, and experience. You want to develop something this massive using only local workers—like your proposal states—to ’create jobs’? To me, that sounds more like exploitation."
Al nodded quietly behind her.
"You’re asking me to fund ten untrained workers to do something one trained professional could accomplish more efficiently. Wouldn’t it be better to hire five foreign specialists instead? That would cost less, and the results would be significantly higher in quality. Or perhaps this is part of your plan—to play with our investment money?"
She locked eyes with Darius. He looked down slightly, as though his body itself urged him to stay silent before the towering presence across the table.
"If this were a fishing or mining operation, I wouldn’t say much. In those cases, even amateurs can be useful. But for a project aimed at the future? That’s far too dangerous," Miss Aiza continued.
She leaned back in her seat and pressed on.
"And one more thing—are the people of Eastern Indorosia even ready for a futuristic lifestyle in the next five or ten years?"
Aurielle nodded slowly, impressed by the visionary perspective Aiza had raised.